probably my times take shape with every drop of rains arounddew drops bring the parallel equations
but how the combine fit into reality
I sometimes happen to the too well known CP
my heart misses you
but I remain busy at my jobs of the day
with some one(s)
relevant of the day
at some corner of the nerves
I feel the lonely man in the crowds
I skirt the reality crunch
of my nuances with me
at the thoughts too
as it brings a lot
that get my rain/dew drops evaporate
my heart asks
how does it matter
you're too complacent at your nerves
even under scorching heat
I know heat and cold
it bring what I dither to decipher
as your thoughts bring with it
what I like and dislike to recognise
as it shows my flip point
and I love to love
be a survival of the fittest
source: shipra.v
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